<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415</id><updated>2012-01-26T01:13:01.805-07:00</updated><category term='homoerotic'/><category term='Short Stories'/><category term='path'/><category term='live'/><category term='Diary Journal'/><category term='funny'/><category term='4'/><category term='relflections'/><category term='sand'/><category term='death'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='shower'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='sensual'/><category term='isn&apos;t'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='Gay'/><category term='home'/><category term='500'/><category term='shelter'/><category term='daily'/><category term='decision'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='mikel'/><category term='family'/><category term='Rainy'/><category term='see'/><category term='confused'/><category term='evil'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='past'/><category term='Procrastination'/><category term='unbreakable'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='soldier'/><category term='broken'/><category term='future'/><category term='romance'/><category term='third person'/><category term='Karma'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='of'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='lost'/><category term='Mirror'/><category term='remembrance'/><category term='in'/><category term='Love Making'/><category term='chill'/><category term='Telekenesis'/><category term='Distraction'/><category term='save'/><category term='Telekenetic'/><category term='companion'/><category term='faith'/><category term='heart'/><category term='291'/><category term='Free WIll'/><category term='unseen force'/><category term='To'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='grandmother'/><category term='Love'/><category term='pain'/><category term='justify'/><category term='mythical'/><category term='Journal'/><category term='Mystery'/><category term='Reclaim'/><category term='sensation'/><category term='gay journal'/><category term='this'/><category term='embrace'/><category term='secret'/><category term='myth'/><category term='fly'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='perseverance'/><category term='sea'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='small town'/><category term='2011'/><category term='daily journal'/><category term='night'/><category term='courage'/><category term='now'/><category term='feel'/><category term='moment'/><category term='Homosexual'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='my'/><category term='there'/><category term='Journal Entry'/><category term='what'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='hope'/><category term='unsure'/><category term='erotic'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='lover'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Attraction'/><category term='water'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='lullaby'/><category term='what could be'/><category term='Interjection'/><category term='new year'/><category term='complicated'/><category term='sister'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='I&apos;ll'/><category term='Mind Power'/><category term='friends'/><category term='nights'/><category term='courage strength'/><category term='spoken word'/><category term='me'/><category term='children'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='parental'/><category term='personal'/><category term='The'/><category term='fearless'/><category term='indecisive'/><category term='struggle'/><category term='kisses'/><category term='own'/><category term='world'/><category term='mind of mikel'/><category term='force'/><category term='overcome'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='cheesey'/><category term='blog'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='Action'/><category term='then'/><category term='pleasure'/><category term='life'/><category term='close'/><category term='1'/><category term='present'/><category term='island'/><category term='Nearly lost'/><category term='hard'/><category term='words'/><category term='missing'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='creature'/><title type='text'>From The Mind of Mikel</title><subtitle type='html'>These are writings of how I feel and sometimes updates on what I am doing. My writing is a form of release for me and I love sharing my thoughts with other people. If it helps anyone with anything then I am glad to have shared. Hope ya like it, feel free to let me know how I am doing :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1012239365675849004</id><published>2012-01-26T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:13:01.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry to the Night</title><content type='html'>My eyes sparkle in the sun&lt;br /&gt;My laugh dances in the wind&lt;br /&gt;My smile is infectious&lt;br /&gt;My stride, confident&lt;br /&gt;I'm on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream&lt;br /&gt;But then comes the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Then come the tears&lt;br /&gt;I cry to the night&lt;br /&gt;My world is upside down&lt;br /&gt;The light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Uncovers the truth&lt;br /&gt;I cry to the night&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts swirl&lt;br /&gt;My fears collide&lt;br /&gt;My screams are silenced&lt;br /&gt;There is no one here&lt;br /&gt;No one to hold me&lt;br /&gt;No one to save me&lt;br /&gt;I cry to the night&lt;br /&gt;A moment of stillness&lt;br /&gt;Before I fall into the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing&lt;br /&gt;But there are screams in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Screams of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Screams of pain&lt;br /&gt;Screams from the world&lt;br /&gt;That are silenced by sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I cry to the night&lt;br /&gt;I cry for someone&lt;br /&gt;I cry or anyone&lt;br /&gt;I cry for help&lt;br /&gt;I cry for an existence&lt;br /&gt;That will never come&lt;br /&gt;By day, life is in the air&lt;br /&gt;A life I love&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream&lt;br /&gt;But the nightmare lingers&lt;br /&gt;For the night is bound to come&lt;br /&gt;I cry to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1012239365675849004?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1012239365675849004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1012239365675849004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1012239365675849004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1012239365675849004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2012/01/cry-to-night.html' title='Cry to the Night'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-4321487311153757533</id><published>2011-12-18T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:24:57.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life We Live</title><content type='html'>It's been almost eight years&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;I come back here&lt;br /&gt;And it's staring me down&lt;br /&gt;I still smell&lt;br /&gt;The food that was cooked on that stove&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the carpet beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Separating meds&lt;br /&gt;Giving shots&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of the air&lt;br /&gt;While I take out the trash &lt;br /&gt;The feel of the cold concrete &lt;br /&gt;While I sit outside to think&lt;br /&gt;How young was I &lt;br /&gt;The burn of the tobacco&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of the end&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy&lt;br /&gt;Eight years later&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question if I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's history repeating itself&lt;br /&gt;It's loss all over again&lt;br /&gt;We move on&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Is never ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-4321487311153757533?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/4321487311153757533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=4321487311153757533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/4321487311153757533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/4321487311153757533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-we-live.html' title='The Life We Live'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-416423766732005175</id><published>2011-11-14T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T02:13:12.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perseverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I woke that morning&lt;br /&gt;To find you gone&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had lost you before&lt;br /&gt;But today I knew it was forever&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry&lt;br /&gt;I didn't break down&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly&lt;br /&gt;I didn't die&lt;br /&gt;I smelled the cold crisp air&lt;br /&gt;Coming in the bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;It was different today&lt;br /&gt;It was better today&lt;br /&gt;I let it fill my head&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a high&lt;br /&gt;One I had never known&lt;br /&gt;The steps I take today&lt;br /&gt;Are with my head held high&lt;br /&gt;My coffee will be warmer&lt;br /&gt;My walk will be straighter&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Will be a new adventure&lt;br /&gt;And though my days will be brighter&lt;br /&gt;It comes at a price&lt;br /&gt;One that I fight pay&lt;br /&gt;Every time it come around&lt;br /&gt;Though my day will go so well&lt;br /&gt;It's the nights&lt;br /&gt;The nights I will feel more deeply&lt;br /&gt;My sweater becomes colder&lt;br /&gt;My steps so much slower&lt;br /&gt;And my tears&lt;br /&gt;My tears are so much heavier&lt;br /&gt;I delve&lt;br /&gt;And I delve deep&lt;br /&gt;For to see the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;I must fight through the night&lt;br /&gt;I will fight every night&lt;br /&gt;To feel the warm sun &lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;Shine upon me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-416423766732005175?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/416423766732005175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=416423766732005175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/416423766732005175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/416423766732005175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/11/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8792701327844242468</id><published>2011-11-03T00:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:24:18.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost</title><content type='html'>I look and find nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I look again&lt;br /&gt;The same crazy notion&lt;br /&gt;That runs through my head&lt;br /&gt;Gets me looking&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I never find it&lt;br /&gt;It's never there&lt;br /&gt;Yet I look&lt;br /&gt;And feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8792701327844242468?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8792701327844242468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8792701327844242468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8792701327844242468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8792701327844242468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-lost.html' title='Long Lost'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2539088087086472524</id><published>2011-09-29T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:12:43.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Lose</title><content type='html'>I heard it in the distance&lt;br /&gt;A low rumble from afar&lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth shake below me&lt;br /&gt;Steadily getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;In an instant a hundred miles had passed&lt;br /&gt;And there it was at my door step&lt;br /&gt;The power of a thousand horses beat my heart&lt;br /&gt;A tidal wave of wind sent me backwards&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world pushed me down&lt;br /&gt;In no time at all I was at me knees&lt;br /&gt;The mountains crashed down&lt;br /&gt;The sun became black&lt;br /&gt;The world vanished before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I was left in a vast desert of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in sorrow I almost died&lt;br /&gt;So easily I found myself lost&lt;br /&gt;But in the darkness there was a light&lt;br /&gt;And in the distance&lt;br /&gt;A single horse came my way&lt;br /&gt;And I began to rise to me feet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2539088087086472524?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2539088087086472524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2539088087086472524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2539088087086472524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2539088087086472524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-lose.html' title='To Lose'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1876219303219852357</id><published>2011-08-12T19:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:52:02.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoken word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind of mikel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>How can I tell you not to hurt&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell you not to care&lt;br /&gt;You've been a hero for too many&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;Who knew you were so fragile&lt;br /&gt;The strongest one I know&lt;br /&gt;Is now at her knees&lt;br /&gt;Asking why&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;The whole world needs you&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to need us&lt;br /&gt;The whole world loves you&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;The hurt won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;But your courage &lt;br /&gt;Will echo through the years&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your tears my warrior&lt;br /&gt;Rise to see the sun shining once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1876219303219852357?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1876219303219852357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1876219303219852357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1876219303219852357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1876219303219852357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/08/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6741354925711610852</id><published>2011-08-06T00:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:43:01.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><title type='text'>Mirror of Life</title><content type='html'>I've been lain here&lt;br /&gt;Left to die&lt;br /&gt;With no love&lt;br /&gt;Or light&lt;br /&gt;To call my own&lt;br /&gt;My fingers dry&lt;br /&gt;And cracked&lt;br /&gt;Digging into the earth&lt;br /&gt;Trying to rise again&lt;br /&gt;My lips dry&lt;br /&gt;And bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Trying to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Just one more breath&lt;br /&gt;The sun&lt;br /&gt;Pushing down my fragile body&lt;br /&gt;It's suddenly blocked&lt;br /&gt;A cold wet liquid&lt;br /&gt;Pours on my body&lt;br /&gt;Reaches my mouth&lt;br /&gt;The waters overflow&lt;br /&gt;I'd nearly forgotten how to swallow&lt;br /&gt;I peel open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;To see you over me&lt;br /&gt;Your tears hit&lt;br /&gt;My open palms&lt;br /&gt;I ask why you're crying&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you left me&lt;br /&gt;You left me to die&lt;br /&gt;As I look closer&lt;br /&gt;I see your face even clearer&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize&lt;br /&gt;That you and I&lt;br /&gt;Are one in the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6741354925711610852?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6741354925711610852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6741354925711610852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6741354925711610852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6741354925711610852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/08/mirror-of-life.html' title='Mirror of Life'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-9058196942803494188</id><published>2011-07-24T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:15:27.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nearly lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Nearly Lost</title><content type='html'>She looks at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Coming through the shreds of leaves&lt;br /&gt;He drinks in all&lt;br /&gt;The Tree has to offer&lt;br /&gt;But forgets&lt;br /&gt;She abandoned it long ago&lt;br /&gt;For when he looks down&lt;br /&gt;He sees what is lost&lt;br /&gt;She runs her hand&lt;br /&gt;Along the cold, dry base&lt;br /&gt;But his finger is cut&lt;br /&gt;By a blackened thorn&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and color&lt;br /&gt;Once lived here&lt;br /&gt;Now only gray covers it all&lt;br /&gt;And Death grips his withered hands&lt;br /&gt;The now weakened roots&lt;br /&gt;She is blind&lt;br /&gt;To the needs of the Tree&lt;br /&gt;For all he must do&lt;br /&gt;Is surround it with love&lt;br /&gt;And a dying soul&lt;br /&gt;Will flourish once more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-9058196942803494188?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/9058196942803494188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=9058196942803494188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/9058196942803494188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/9058196942803494188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/07/nearly-lost.html' title='Nearly Lost'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2797690783626018754</id><published>2011-07-15T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:22:21.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainy'/><title type='text'>Rainy Nights</title><content type='html'>As I listen to it fall&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart moving inside me&lt;br /&gt;The cool wind it leaves across my face&lt;br /&gt;It relaxes me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Just me and the soothing rain&lt;br /&gt;With no light on but a dimmed street lamp&lt;br /&gt;I lean back to let the water hit my face&lt;br /&gt;I forget about the world&lt;br /&gt;I let everything slip away&lt;br /&gt;I let myself be&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the night&lt;br /&gt;And the cool, smooth rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2797690783626018754?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2797690783626018754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2797690783626018754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2797690783626018754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2797690783626018754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainy-nights.html' title='Rainy Nights'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1202615440614337882</id><published>2011-07-04T23:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:50:44.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>I'll live my life</title><content type='html'>When my faith in you dwindles&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;When your words linger then fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;When you no longer see in my direction&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;When I'm empowered by the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;When your clouds that surround me blow away&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;When it's no longer about you&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;When trust falls through your hands&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;And as you just stand in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I'll live my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1202615440614337882?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1202615440614337882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1202615440614337882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1202615440614337882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1202615440614337882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-live-my-life.html' title='I&apos;ll live my life'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5069494409129660991</id><published>2011-06-23T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:17:35.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To See A World</title><content type='html'>Tall tales in a world of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Tall tales in a world of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;One can't see past the other&lt;br /&gt;One can only see the lies&lt;br /&gt;There's light in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Night shines through the day&lt;br /&gt;When one world shifts to the other&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises in the other direction&lt;br /&gt;True tales in a world of happiness&lt;br /&gt;True tales in a world of sorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5069494409129660991?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5069494409129660991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5069494409129660991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5069494409129660991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5069494409129660991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-see-world.html' title='To See A World'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2508604892988286345</id><published>2011-05-19T01:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:52:33.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Your Own Life</title><content type='html'>I live&lt;br /&gt;I breathe&lt;br /&gt;I eat&lt;br /&gt;I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I hurt&lt;br /&gt;I bleed&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I live my own life&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I believe in what I choose to believe&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I don't bother anyone&lt;br /&gt;I don't hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;I don't get angry at anyone I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Mainly cause I don't know them enough to care&lt;br /&gt;Yet I find it amazing that I don't care &lt;br /&gt;What you think or &lt;br /&gt;How you choose to live your life &lt;br /&gt;But you judge me and &lt;br /&gt;Try to stop me living mine&lt;br /&gt;So who's life are you really living&lt;br /&gt;Mine&lt;br /&gt;Or Yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2508604892988286345?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2508604892988286345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2508604892988286345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2508604892988286345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2508604892988286345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-own-life.html' title='Your Own Life'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1418181169115644959</id><published>2011-04-11T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:01:21.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Curse</title><content type='html'>When should our wishing hearts&lt;br /&gt;Wake from this eternal slumber&lt;br /&gt;When should our eyes open&lt;br /&gt;To see the world in rolling thunder&lt;br /&gt;Save the knight and return today&lt;br /&gt;For our souls are filled with hunger&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we're too blind&lt;br /&gt;To see that time begins to unwind&lt;br /&gt;We count the days until we find&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts still beat&lt;br /&gt;but our lives are here no longer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1418181169115644959?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1418181169115644959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1418181169115644959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1418181169115644959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1418181169115644959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-curse.html' title='Our Curse'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1344738656626913949</id><published>2011-02-09T00:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:40:36.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>Lost Soldier</title><content type='html'>Lost Soldier&lt;br /&gt;You've got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;You're safe here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your protector&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shelter&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;Lost Soldier&lt;br /&gt;Be still now&lt;br /&gt;Be ever so still&lt;br /&gt;Hear your heart beat with mine&lt;br /&gt;Let your love be mine&lt;br /&gt;Lost Soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your longing comfort&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you oh so tightly&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you oh so tightly&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you oh so tightly love&lt;br /&gt;My Lost Soldier&lt;br /&gt;Be still in my arms tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1344738656626913949?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1344738656626913949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1344738656626913949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1344738656626913949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1344738656626913949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-soldier.html' title='Lost Soldier'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8389436722613874265</id><published>2011-01-04T00:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:25:16.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Journal Entry 1-4-2011</title><content type='html'>It’s interesting. People go by every year making New Year’s Resolutions that we don’t follow. We promise ourselves we are going to do everything in our power that this is the year that we will change. For the first few months, it works. Everyone goes about doing what we can to keep that promise. Maybe it is a diet, a desired career path, a new look with a new wardrobe, or maybe it was to fall in love. The truth about those resolutions, those promises, is they never work. The easiest person to lie to is ourselves, we are also the easiest person to let down. Too many times we break our own promises because in the end we knew we would be the person we were hurting. I hardly ever keep a promise to myself and still I get so saddened after time has gone by only to realise that I didn’t change they way I wanted, I didn’t do the things I was trying to set out to do. And it isn’t like I got lost or saw a better opportunity, I simply didn’t do anything to change, to keep that promise. Sometimes, though, when I’ve promised myself something and I’ve forgotten what it was, somehow it seems to find it’s way back to me only it jolts my life so harshly that not only did it change me but it changed everything around me. Sometimes it’s for the better and sometimes not but either way it doesn’t always seem to turn out for the better for the people I love. It seems like someone always gets hurt. I didn’t make a promise this year. I’ve set some goals with no dates on them. I didn’t say “This is the year for that change!” as I have said in the past. So many times I try to find an answer to some problem I’ve conjured up that I forget that the best thing to do is just live. Sometimes I forget that I am already the person I want to be and that I need to take my time to just live it out. And who knows, maybe the answer I was looking for was trying to find me all along, I was just to busy with my head to the ground to notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8389436722613874265?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8389436722613874265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8389436722613874265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8389436722613874265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8389436722613874265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/01/journal-entry-1-4-2011.html' title='Journal Entry 1-4-2011'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7690102569330011776</id><published>2011-01-03T00:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:08:54.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='path'/><title type='text'>The Path</title><content type='html'>She passes the path again&lt;br /&gt;She is comforted in what waits for her&lt;br /&gt;But she is scared to go to it&lt;br /&gt;It calls to her&lt;br /&gt;She yearns for it&lt;br /&gt;Yet something stops her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart is broken again&lt;br /&gt;He can’t take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;He’s back at the path&lt;br /&gt;He turns away&lt;br /&gt;But he looks back&lt;br /&gt;He wants it&lt;br /&gt;But is stopped once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s knocked to the ground&lt;br /&gt;She is bruised and bloody&lt;br /&gt;She’s at the path again&lt;br /&gt;It is so inviting&lt;br /&gt;It’s kind and gentle&lt;br /&gt;She needs it&lt;br /&gt;She turns away&lt;br /&gt;But she looks back&lt;br /&gt;She cries for it&lt;br /&gt;But is stopped once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is hanging&lt;br /&gt;His last breath is near&lt;br /&gt;He is battered&lt;br /&gt;He is broken&lt;br /&gt;He won’t last much longer&lt;br /&gt;His tears burn as they run down his face&lt;br /&gt;The path is there once more&lt;br /&gt;It calls to save him&lt;br /&gt;It reaches to help him&lt;br /&gt;There is light on the path&lt;br /&gt;He fights to escape the oncoming darkness&lt;br /&gt;But again he turns away&lt;br /&gt;He looks back&lt;br /&gt;But is stopped once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels a hand&lt;br /&gt;The darkness has all but consumed her&lt;br /&gt;She opens her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer at the tree&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer alone&lt;br /&gt;She has been brought to the the path&lt;br /&gt;There are no more bruises&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;And she is not alone&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t turn away&lt;br /&gt;But steps onto the path&lt;br /&gt;The darkness calls to her&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn’t look back&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in her way&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing stopping her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7690102569330011776?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7690102569330011776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7690102569330011776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7690102569330011776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7690102569330011776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2011/01/path.html' title='The Path'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-3144686393731599474</id><published>2010-11-09T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:27:34.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='see'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>it’s what calls us to&lt;br /&gt;it’s what we suddenly see in the light&lt;br /&gt;it’s what we can cherish for generations to come&lt;br /&gt;it’s what we breathe&lt;br /&gt;it’s what we eat&lt;br /&gt;it’s what is always there, wanted or not&lt;br /&gt;it’s what deceives us&lt;br /&gt;it’s what makes us cry&lt;br /&gt;it hits us hard when we least expect it&lt;br /&gt;it’s what picks us up after we’ve fallen&lt;br /&gt;it will turn on you&lt;br /&gt;it will make you smile&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn’t kill you&lt;br /&gt;it will make you stronger&lt;br /&gt;it will make you smarter&lt;br /&gt;it will make you happier&lt;br /&gt;it will give you the will to go on&lt;br /&gt;see it&lt;br /&gt;love it&lt;br /&gt;live it&lt;br /&gt;it’s your life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-3144686393731599474?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/3144686393731599474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=3144686393731599474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/3144686393731599474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/3144686393731599474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7450304892048902024</id><published>2010-07-11T03:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T03:08:07.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><content type='html'>It's one night&lt;br /&gt;First of many&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;And satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;I felt it's presence again&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my love&lt;br /&gt;People hustle around me&lt;br /&gt;Around us&lt;br /&gt;The loud sounds&lt;br /&gt;Sooth my yearning ears&lt;br /&gt;It's what I do&lt;br /&gt;It's what we do&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;And my city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7450304892048902024?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7450304892048902024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7450304892048902024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7450304892048902024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7450304892048902024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8458142366330103666</id><published>2010-06-05T22:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:18:22.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call to the Siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sing to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pull at my soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;End my misery&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Drift me to you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These tears fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But disappear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Into the night air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bring me to my knees&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Drown this pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With your sweet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Intoxicating&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vocalic daggers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I search for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Draw me out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of my constant nightmare&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Invite me to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My hooded savior&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He’s gone from me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Taken from these hands&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was meant to stay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stay with me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I long to hear your voices&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Long to see him again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Send me home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Send me to that lasting place&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hold me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hold on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Till forever fades away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Send me to him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This world is all but gray&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sing to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sing till I can’t turn away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sing till me face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shows no emotion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Break me open&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let your words&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pour me dry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Till all that’s left of me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lies with him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8458142366330103666?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8458142366330103666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8458142366330103666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8458142366330103666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8458142366330103666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-to-siren.html' title='Call to the Siren'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8978234947554226434</id><published>2010-05-20T03:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:18:16.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>If only today&lt;br /&gt;We lived&lt;br /&gt;Just for a moment&lt;br /&gt;If only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We took&lt;br /&gt;That opportunity&lt;br /&gt;If only tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We saw&lt;br /&gt;That it never really comes&lt;br /&gt;If only now&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed&lt;br /&gt;Our shining star&lt;br /&gt;If only then&lt;br /&gt;We sought&lt;br /&gt;Our only chance&lt;br /&gt;If only further&lt;br /&gt;We could see&lt;br /&gt;Our coming danger&lt;br /&gt;But it is not&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it&lt;br /&gt;The future&lt;br /&gt;That we hold in our hands&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;This very minute&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8978234947554226434?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8978234947554226434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8978234947554226434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8978234947554226434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8978234947554226434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/05/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1307889602261309083</id><published>2010-05-20T02:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:19:39.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fearless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this'/><title type='text'>In This World</title><content type='html'>Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Is the wisdom&lt;br /&gt;That washes over me&lt;br /&gt;Like the summer sun&lt;br /&gt;She walked with me&lt;br /&gt;Down the narrow path&lt;br /&gt;And we are not afaid&lt;br /&gt;I am her protector&lt;br /&gt;But she is the one&lt;br /&gt;Who watches over me&lt;br /&gt;I keep beating&lt;br /&gt;She keeps believing&lt;br /&gt;Tears will fall&lt;br /&gt;Hearts will be broken&lt;br /&gt;But we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;With her at my side&lt;br /&gt;The world makes sense&lt;br /&gt;With me at her side&lt;br /&gt;I make sense&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;We will conquer the world&lt;br /&gt;Soul in soul&lt;br /&gt;We will conquer&lt;br /&gt;Our lives&lt;br /&gt;And through the horrors&lt;br /&gt;Of this world&lt;br /&gt;We will never be afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1307889602261309083?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1307889602261309083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1307889602261309083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1307889602261309083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1307889602261309083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-this-world.html' title='In This World'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6909759305803730580</id><published>2010-05-11T23:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:55:02.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbreakable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fearless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><title type='text'>Force of Life</title><content type='html'>It's one big world&lt;br /&gt;It's in their nature&lt;br /&gt;People tear me down&lt;br /&gt;It's in my nature&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my feet again&lt;br /&gt;I've been under before&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams keep me afloat&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself going&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself breathing&lt;br /&gt;I've been broken&lt;br /&gt;But I've been fixed&lt;br /&gt;It's just me&lt;br /&gt;Me is all I have to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on fighting&lt;br /&gt;Because I have to&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;Will stop me from&lt;br /&gt;What I can do&lt;br /&gt;It's just me&lt;br /&gt;Me is all I have to be&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes weak&lt;br /&gt;I never lose strength&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes hopeless&lt;br /&gt;I neve give up hope&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm fearless&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes loveless&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by it&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes lifeless&lt;br /&gt;I LIVE&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on fighting&lt;br /&gt;Because I have to&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;Will stop me from&lt;br /&gt;What I can do&lt;br /&gt;What I can be&lt;br /&gt;It's just me&lt;br /&gt;Me is all I can be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6909759305803730580?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6909759305803730580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6909759305803730580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6909759305803730580'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><title type='text'>My Own Personal Evil</title><content type='html'>A drug I don't need&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I don't have&lt;br /&gt;A word to remain unspoken&lt;br /&gt;A world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Another bridge burned&lt;br /&gt;A heaven I can't see&lt;br /&gt;A hell I don't want&lt;br /&gt;A word to remain unspoken&lt;br /&gt;A state untouched&lt;br /&gt;A work of art ruined&lt;br /&gt;A soul unsaved&lt;br /&gt;A soul lost&lt;br /&gt;A family separated&lt;br /&gt;A family united&lt;br /&gt;A word to remain unspoken&lt;br /&gt;A prize not recieved&lt;br /&gt;A reward undeserved&lt;br /&gt;A love thrown away&lt;br /&gt;A love given up&lt;br /&gt;A smile broken&lt;br /&gt;A heart torn&lt;br /&gt;A life&lt;br /&gt;A life&lt;br /&gt;An unspoken word&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;A story ended&lt;br /&gt;Like so many others&lt;br /&gt;With an unspoken word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6260948968785090025?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6260948968785090025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6260948968785090025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6260948968785090025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6260948968785090025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-own-personal-evil.html' title='My Own Personal Evil'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5319464322646030277</id><published>2010-05-04T01:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:31:40.252-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isn&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><title type='text'>To Feel What Isn't There</title><content type='html'>I saw you again&lt;br /&gt;this morning&lt;br /&gt;I basked in your essence&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;just as I do every morning&lt;br /&gt;I throw you away&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for you&lt;br /&gt;like you care for me&lt;br /&gt;you need me to exist&lt;br /&gt;but you must ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;if you are with me&lt;br /&gt;are you really yourself?&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me&lt;br /&gt;you make me hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;I ache only when&lt;br /&gt;you are around&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;on most nights&lt;br /&gt;I find myself in your arms&lt;br /&gt;will I ever be free of you?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I find someway&lt;br /&gt;to have you near me&lt;br /&gt;once more?&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand you&lt;br /&gt;but some days I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;on my neck&lt;br /&gt;when people&lt;br /&gt;are around&lt;br /&gt;I wash you off&lt;br /&gt;in my morning shower&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;in the cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;of the afternoon rain&lt;br /&gt;you are standing&lt;br /&gt;in front of me&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;please lose memory of me&lt;br /&gt;I would very much like&lt;br /&gt;to do the same of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5319464322646030277?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5319464322646030277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5319464322646030277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5319464322646030277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5319464322646030277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-feel-what-isnt-there.html' title='To Feel What Isn&apos;t There'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5552278036692229511</id><published>2010-05-04T00:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:07:34.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reclaim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companion'/><title type='text'>Reclaim</title><content type='html'>Why do you insist&lt;br /&gt;on taking yourself&lt;br /&gt;away from me&lt;br /&gt;it's a daily struggle&lt;br /&gt;to get you in my hands&lt;br /&gt;yet as quickly&lt;br /&gt;as I have you&lt;br /&gt;you are gone&lt;br /&gt;the days I don't see you&lt;br /&gt;seem so long&lt;br /&gt;I become so fragile&lt;br /&gt;there are times&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;it gets so hard&lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself&lt;br /&gt;going any further&lt;br /&gt;but through&lt;br /&gt;the grace of God&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;reaching for you&lt;br /&gt;yet again&lt;br /&gt;time after time&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded&lt;br /&gt;just how harsh&lt;br /&gt;and cold&lt;br /&gt;you can be&lt;br /&gt;it's then that&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Are you worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;yes is my answer&lt;br /&gt;because in the end&lt;br /&gt;if no one else thinks so&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;I am worh it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5552278036692229511?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5552278036692229511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5552278036692229511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5552278036692229511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5552278036692229511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/05/reclaim.html' title='Reclaim'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7475089110150631167</id><published>2010-04-16T00:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:54:39.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision making</title><content type='html'>It's towards the end of my night and I'm mulling over some major issues I hadn't even expected being faced with earlier today. Due to my binds to secrecy I dare not even touch at hints to what it is but rest assure I need to take on esome serious thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it wasn't my inability to come to a conclusion to write today. No, it was actually watching a certain movie in which a blogger was blogging about something she loves to do. It reminded me of what I love to do. I love to write. Which is what also is bugging the crap out of me. My computer isn't working up to par. What can I say? It's a PC. I was nearly devastated at the thought of losing my book but I think that if left alone and in the hands of the right person it can be saved. I feel hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my computer on the fritz and my itch for writing getting stronger, I turned to my old friend. I picked up once again a pen and a paper. Though that was feeding my hunger for writing it wasn't getting put through the process of getting onto my blog which at one point I had fully comitted to. And then guess what I remembered! I HAD AN IPHONE!!! One of the worlds most greatest inventions! It made me realize that I need to get in better touch with it, which for me I thought I already was. Thats when decided to write tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told there was so much more that I wanted to write tonight but guess what, it's time for bed. Good night all, anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7475089110150631167?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7475089110150631167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7475089110150631167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7475089110150631167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7475089110150631167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/04/decision-making.html' title='Decision making'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5744735247246421926</id><published>2010-03-01T23:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:50:06.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justify'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>Entry 1</title><content type='html'>I decided that rather than just doing my writings, I would enter a journal entry. Since, by definition, a blog is supposed to have regular entries. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I used to pride myself on the happy person I was. I am such a strong believer that if one wants to be a happier person, than they should just be one. I believe that everyone holds on to whatever it is that makes them un-happy and they just need to let it go. Is it that simple? In some cases yes, but I also find that it is not a case of simplicity. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Take myself, for instance. As I said before I used to take pride of my state of happiness but lately I haven’t been so happy. I have begun to let in feelings that I would normally never get to me. One feeling, in particular, is anger. I put the blame on a lot of things but I can’t honestly say that my blame is in the correct slot. I’ve blamed sexual frustration, family frustration, financial frustration, but in my experience, these have always been there and I have dealt with them with the mentality that they will always exist. I have never let these normal day to day frustrations get to me in such a way. So what exactly is the source for all this anger and frustration? I can’t say for sure. One thing that I am sure is that I need to take some time to myself and figure it out before I begin getting myself into some un-necessary trouble.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Normally, in the past, whenever I would feel this way I would channel all my energy into writing. I still do, however, lately I haven’t had the urge to channel these emotions into my writing. Instead, I have been trying to find other emotions for my fuel. It hasn’t been easy. So, instead of finding a healthier way to write I have found myself even more frustrated for both not channeling my emotions correctly and worse, letting it affect my writing in the complete opposite direction than intended. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      After all these emotions going in all sorts of directions, I yet to actually place these bad emotions in the right place in such a way it is starting to affect my friendships. I have started to anger quickly and in most situations I may have been the one to blame in the first place. I have started to tangle myself in a web of gossip, lies, and distrust. Though it isn’t a big web now, if I don’t do something soon to stop it, it will only get worse. I have begun to strive for news in other’s lives and forget that the one life I need to focus on is my own. I have actually come to despise the actions of some, which I will admit I have always done, but instead of letting it go, I have held on to these emotions. I sometimes share these feelings with my friends but when I get caught back in these emotions I only create a bigger hypocrite than I think myself to be. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I wonder now as I am typing if it is all this that is angering me. I have started to lose the values and beliefs I clung to so tightly. Not only that, but I have started to fall into a pit of the very thing I used to be disgusted with. I find myself at a crossroads. A crossroad like this used to be easy for me but I have found myself standing at this very one for a lengthy amount of time. I have distracted myself at making a decision with other things that I really don’t need in my life. Why is it so hard to for me to move on from here?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      I have had people throw everything at from age to twenty-four years of bottled emotions. I don’t feel like any reason I have heard from anyone is the right one for me. Yet, I can’t seem to find my own explanation to any of the questions I have in my head right now. The last time I was in this predicament I ran to get away from all the noise to find clarity in the quiet. I don’t think I can do that now. I found myself alone in the quiet and I realized that I needed the noise for comfort. Maybe what I need now is to find that middle ground. Distance myself from the noise but keep it within reach.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Well as always, I need to take in to account everything I have just discussed with ...myself and re-evaluate everything and hope that the answer works its way in there. I think I may have an answer but instead of making an impulse decision, I need to marinate on the idea first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5744735247246421926?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5744735247246421926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5744735247246421926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5744735247246421926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5744735247246421926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-1.html' title='Entry 1'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-901892706231738394</id><published>2010-02-25T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:13:40.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what could be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now'/><title type='text'>then, now, and what could be</title><content type='html'>The sound of rain and thunder&lt;br /&gt;Coming from my speakers&lt;br /&gt;The perfect song playing&lt;br /&gt;And you’re running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;I mutter your names ever so slightly&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I really want to hear them&lt;br /&gt;Out loud anyway&lt;br /&gt;I turn to my right&lt;br /&gt;As though to look at you&lt;br /&gt;As you’re reading over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;But to no surprise&lt;br /&gt;You’re not there&lt;br /&gt;Having the movie just ended&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Following the pattern in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe trying to find your way through the maze&lt;br /&gt;And not even I could gather the courage&lt;br /&gt;To show the way to myself&lt;br /&gt;To get close is to get the farthest away from me&lt;br /&gt;Where does that get me?&lt;br /&gt;But farther away from you&lt;br /&gt;You who I either don’t know at all&lt;br /&gt;Or I knew you all to well&lt;br /&gt;Knowing or not knowing&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for you still&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see you in my presence&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel all around me&lt;br /&gt;I feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;I hear your breath&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you will every show your face to me&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe I heard your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;The other day&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were right behind me&lt;br /&gt;But the steps weren’t for me at all&lt;br /&gt;But for a perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;Were they for me at all?&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever be for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you are now?&lt;br /&gt;A stranger&lt;br /&gt;A perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;The perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;I wait&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;I wait for an answer&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I had let it go&lt;br /&gt;I glance to my right one last time&lt;br /&gt;Only to find you in the same place&lt;br /&gt;Not there at all&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;What could be&lt;br /&gt;Where does that leave me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-901892706231738394?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/901892706231738394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=901892706231738394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/901892706231738394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/901892706231738394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2010/02/then-now-and-what-could-be.html' title='then, now, and what could be'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-3152612259635947145</id><published>2009-12-14T23:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:49:36.019-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save'/><title type='text'>Save Me</title><content type='html'>Taped up window on my left&lt;br /&gt;Broken wiper on my right&lt;br /&gt;Roaming around this land&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on someone to save me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the blankets of sky&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a million sparkling eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wait on you to save me&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s you who saves me&lt;br /&gt;It’s this world inside my head&lt;br /&gt;It’s a roller coaster ride with no end&lt;br /&gt;It goes up and down and off the track&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll hold on tight or break my back&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll come and save me&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s you who saves me&lt;br /&gt;I’m on the edge of the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling to the lowest depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I’m spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Confused on where to go&lt;br /&gt;It’s a mad, mad place&lt;br /&gt;But just to see your face&lt;br /&gt;When you came to save me&lt;br /&gt;You risked life and death&lt;br /&gt;But you came and saved me&lt;br /&gt;Taped up window on my left&lt;br /&gt;Broken wiper on my right&lt;br /&gt;Roaming around this land&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on someone to save me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-3152612259635947145?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/3152612259635947145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=3152612259635947145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/3152612259635947145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/3152612259635947145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-me.html' title='Save Me'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6992740078831525922</id><published>2009-09-16T01:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:06:21.954-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Shelter</title><content type='html'>It’s not what you say&lt;br /&gt;But how you say it&lt;br /&gt;It’s not how you say it&lt;br /&gt;But how you feel it&lt;br /&gt;It’s not how you feel it&lt;br /&gt;But how you show it&lt;br /&gt;It’s not how you show it&lt;br /&gt;But how you see it&lt;br /&gt;It’s how you see me&lt;br /&gt;It’s how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;To make me say&lt;br /&gt;What I want to show you&lt;br /&gt;That even at its ugliest times&lt;br /&gt;This world can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When it’s you protecting me&lt;br /&gt;Holding me&lt;br /&gt;Loving me&lt;br /&gt;Sheltering me&lt;br /&gt;For it is you&lt;br /&gt;Who is always there&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;br /&gt;My Shelter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6992740078831525922?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6992740078831525922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6992740078831525922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6992740078831525922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6992740078831525922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/09/shelter.html' title='Shelter'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2035857781622346983</id><published>2009-09-07T15:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:45:55.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lullaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Lullaby Island</title><content type='html'>Come whisk me away&lt;br /&gt;To the Island today&lt;br /&gt;To the place called Lullaby Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud mountains so high&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams by and by&lt;br /&gt;Far away at Lullaby Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to stay&lt;br /&gt;Where the Moon and Stars play&lt;br /&gt;At the place called Lullaby Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's off we go&lt;br /&gt;Soft Blankets in tow&lt;br /&gt;To the land of Lullaby Island&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2035857781622346983?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2035857781622346983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2035857781622346983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2035857781622346983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2035857781622346983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/09/lullaby-island.html' title='Lullaby Island'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6704016805126566450</id><published>2009-09-02T01:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:22:23.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>My Way Home</title><content type='html'>It was morning&lt;br /&gt;When you let it all go&lt;br /&gt;It was morning when&lt;br /&gt;You found your way home&lt;br /&gt;There were no goodbye's&lt;br /&gt;No more hello's&lt;br /&gt;But it was morning when&lt;br /&gt;You found your way home&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted&lt;br /&gt;To let you go&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take the pain&lt;br /&gt;That scarred my soul&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Stand by your side&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing&lt;br /&gt;To hold back my tears&lt;br /&gt;That morning when&lt;br /&gt;You found your way home&lt;br /&gt;Now I now that&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;And the morning rays&lt;br /&gt;Are upon my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It is you waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes&lt;br /&gt;When I find my way home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6704016805126566450?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6704016805126566450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6704016805126566450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6704016805126566450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6704016805126566450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-way-home.html' title='My Way Home'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7868902730988286199</id><published>2009-05-04T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:17:30.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unseen force'/><title type='text'>The Darkness of Water</title><content type='html'>It was just another night. I readied myself for a shower. The hot water was going to feel good for today had been a long day. With my clothes on the floor, towel in reach, and my night wear set to put on, I started the shower. I needed it hotter than normal. I wanted the streams to massage my body. I knew that I would be there for awhile but as I said earlier, I needed it. I set the shower on and closed the curtain.  I checked the mirror again, just to make sure it was me. I stepped in and let the water pour over my strained body. The water felt good. It felt like a drug that I had been waiting for all day. I turned to let the back of me soak in my heroin. I wasn’t sure how long I had been turning and rubbing but it didn’t feel long enough. I let my mind wander to somewhere far away from where I was. For awhile there was nothing. I was in a black nothingness and all I could feel was the warm liquid dripping off me. I kept my eyes closed but there was a glimmer of a sense that I was not alone. I wasn’t scared though maybe I should have been. In an instant I wanted it to come back. With my eyes closed I nearly gave up as I surrendered myself to the passionately warm water washing over me when there it was again. With a feel of excitement that it was back but a fear that it would go away my eyes remained covered. My body began searching for it. The presence began in a series of flashes that brought immense pleasure to my entire body. I wasn’t sure why but though the hot water covered me there was a coolness that surrounded me and I loved it. I could feel it behind me, then in front of me, and as if it were a silk ghost, it ran across my neck. I couldn’t escape it and no part of my being that wanted to. My eyes were still shut and though I never felt an actually force I was thrown to the shower wall while he, yes he, ran across every inch of my body. My breath quickened and my heart was pounding its way out of my chest. There was a sudden flash that was brighter than the sun but again I never opened my eyes. As suddenly as the sensation began, it was gone. I took a minute to catch my breath and slowly uncovered my eyes. It was only me. The water had lost its high. I turned the handle off and grabbed my towel. I had to sit and on to the floor I wobbled down. I could never be sure what was there but what I was sure of was that I was not alone. . . and I wanted more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7868902730988286199?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7868902730988286199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7868902730988286199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7868902730988286199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7868902730988286199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/05/darkness-of-water.html' title='The Darkness of Water'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8795132597681362864</id><published>2009-04-27T23:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:07:12.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='291'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='500'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>291,500</title><content type='html'>What's in a word?&lt;br /&gt;Words lift&lt;br /&gt;And words pull down&lt;br /&gt;Life is surrounded by words&lt;br /&gt;Life is controlled by words&lt;br /&gt;Words come from the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Words shoot through the depths of hell&lt;br /&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;But what is the worth of those words&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Words of tears&lt;br /&gt;Words of joy&lt;br /&gt;Words of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;lovely&lt;br /&gt;lustfully&lt;br /&gt;succulent&lt;br /&gt;delicous&lt;br /&gt;smooth&lt;br /&gt;exquisite&lt;br /&gt;pleasure&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;hurt&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;bitch&lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;lover&lt;br /&gt;beauty&lt;br /&gt;All these words&lt;br /&gt;Which are right&lt;br /&gt;Which are wrong&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;war&lt;br /&gt;famine&lt;br /&gt;emotion&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;It is the only word&lt;br /&gt;Out of the thousands&lt;br /&gt;That puts it simply&lt;br /&gt;How much I care for you&lt;div 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title='291,500'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5284283631553341209</id><published>2009-04-20T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:09:22.159-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage strength'/><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>Another Monday night&lt;br /&gt;Another day gone&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting with myself&lt;br /&gt;Till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding myself back&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I ask to be free&lt;br /&gt;But my life keeps passing me by&lt;br /&gt;Another week to come&lt;br /&gt;Another day to see&lt;br /&gt;To find myself struggling&lt;br /&gt;With who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;When the only one standing there is me&lt;br /&gt;I must rise above and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my life&lt;br /&gt;It’s my time&lt;br /&gt;To stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;To be the man I saw myself become&lt;br /&gt;No more holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;No more holding me down&lt;br /&gt;I will lift myself up&lt;br /&gt;To the top of this mountain&lt;br /&gt;And shout ‘I will overcome’&lt;br /&gt;‘I will fly above’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Monday night&lt;br /&gt;Another table cleared&lt;br /&gt;She’s workin’ two jobs&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold the one so dear&lt;br /&gt;She’s holding herself back&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn’t know why&lt;br /&gt;She asks to be free&lt;br /&gt;But the days just keep passin’ by&lt;br /&gt;Another week to come&lt;br /&gt;Another day to see&lt;br /&gt;She’ll fight to see her daughter&lt;br /&gt;She’ll fight just to breathe&lt;br /&gt;She’ll take a look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;To see she’s not been beat&lt;br /&gt;She will rise above and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my life&lt;br /&gt;It’s my time&lt;br /&gt;To stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;To be the person I saw myself become&lt;br /&gt;No more holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;No more holding me down&lt;br /&gt;I will lift myself up&lt;br /&gt;To the top of this mountain&lt;br /&gt;And shout ‘I will overcome’&lt;br /&gt;‘I will fly above’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look back on our lives&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive what we did wrong&lt;br /&gt;We fought for what was best for you&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been fighting this war so long&lt;br /&gt;We want you to see&lt;br /&gt;That we’ve made it this far&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes in your lives&lt;br /&gt;When you don’t think you can go on&lt;br /&gt;Look up, rise above and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my life&lt;br /&gt;It’s my time&lt;br /&gt;To stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;To be the person they saw myself become&lt;br /&gt;No more holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;No more holding me down&lt;br /&gt;I will lift myself up&lt;br /&gt;To the top of this mountain&lt;br /&gt;And shout ‘I will overcome’&lt;br /&gt;‘I will fly above’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5284283631553341209?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5284283631553341209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5284283631553341209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5284283631553341209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5284283631553341209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7805127403532800373</id><published>2009-04-02T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:46:44.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Home again&lt;br /&gt;A light chill in the night&lt;br /&gt;I look up to see a thousand lights&lt;br /&gt;They’re gone&lt;br /&gt;A thick mist is now high above&lt;br /&gt;A light&lt;br /&gt;Inhale&lt;br /&gt;Exhale&lt;br /&gt;Though I am in the open&lt;br /&gt;I feel no one sees me&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Inhale&lt;br /&gt;Exhale&lt;br /&gt;A drink&lt;br /&gt;The sound scrapes&lt;br /&gt;Between melted sand&lt;br /&gt;The world around me looks different tonight&lt;br /&gt;It’s another view&lt;br /&gt;Is it me that is looking?&lt;br /&gt;Is it you?&lt;br /&gt;Inhale&lt;br /&gt;Exhale&lt;br /&gt;The night brings questions&lt;br /&gt;But the sounds of a calm night&lt;br /&gt;That is what I want&lt;br /&gt;I feel something around me&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;The lights are missing&lt;br /&gt;But I peer on regardless&lt;br /&gt;A flicker from across the grass&lt;br /&gt;Inhale&lt;br /&gt;Exhale&lt;br /&gt;One night&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has happened&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve changed inside&lt;br /&gt;Another drink&lt;br /&gt;The coldness slides down my throat&lt;br /&gt;What I want&lt;br /&gt;Is what's keeping me from it&lt;br /&gt;Inhale&lt;br /&gt;Exhale&lt;br /&gt;Home again&lt;br /&gt;In the chill of the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7805127403532800373?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7805127403532800373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7805127403532800373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7805127403532800373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7805127403532800373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5831635395984926149</id><published>2009-03-31T23:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:18:44.468-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Out Of Reach</title><content type='html'>I'm sittin in a daze&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like&lt;br /&gt;to take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;and in my arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;with water beating down&lt;br /&gt;on my window sill&lt;br /&gt;you will never know&lt;br /&gt;how much you've broken me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna lie in the rain&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see&lt;br /&gt;This love I have in me&lt;br /&gt;but here I find again&lt;br /&gt;the cold my only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile in a day&lt;br /&gt;a laugh from in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to drown&lt;br /&gt;you outside of my head&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen deep inside&lt;br /&gt;love is out of reach&lt;br /&gt;But I live another day&lt;br /&gt;and I wait for you to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna lie in the rain&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see&lt;br /&gt;This love I have in me&lt;br /&gt;but here I find again&lt;br /&gt;the cold my only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;and open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;to see who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go another day&lt;br /&gt;Waitin on a dream&lt;br /&gt;I go another day&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Name&lt;br /&gt;My Name&lt;br /&gt;My Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna lie in the rain&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see&lt;br /&gt;This love I have in me&lt;br /&gt;but here I find again&lt;br /&gt;the cold my only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna lie in the rain&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the fear&lt;br /&gt;So you could finally see&lt;br /&gt;This love I have in me&lt;br /&gt;but I find I'm back again&lt;br /&gt;with the cold, my only friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Another MySpace post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5831635395984926149?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5831635395984926149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5831635395984926149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5831635395984926149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5831635395984926149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-reach.html' title='Out Of Reach'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8329825642815509616</id><published>2009-03-31T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:24:50.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='close'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>Yesterday Is Gone</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remebering the times that we lived through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my rock, You were my strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my favorite fight and my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had countless stories of the times of your youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with nothing but time on my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention went to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgave me when we fought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me for who I really was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the amount of love you showed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could never be measured with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain the pain that filled my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the call the you had really gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts filled my head of what I could have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing for it was time to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was anything I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show my appreciation and love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be to show you who I am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look back on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with knowig I am happy of being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring my happiness to this very day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that through this journey of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be my light I hold close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you help me to realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to love life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see you when you call me back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had written this awhile back and posted to myspace and decided to put it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8329825642815509616?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8329825642815509616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8329825642815509616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8329825642815509616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8329825642815509616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-is-gone.html' title='Yesterday Is Gone'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2780035278820069875</id><published>2009-03-31T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:11:40.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mythical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sea Myth</title><content type='html'>Can you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;It sends a cold chill&lt;br /&gt;Up the crevice of my back&lt;br /&gt;It pulsates through the surface of my skin&lt;br /&gt;My fingers touch the cold grainy earth&lt;br /&gt;And each one of them become their own madmen&lt;br /&gt;What the moonlight brings&lt;br /&gt;And the sun takes away&lt;br /&gt;The water crashes at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Then seeps into my veins&lt;br /&gt;It tingles as it crawls up my sides&lt;br /&gt;And my heart pounds deep&lt;br /&gt;You see me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see you&lt;br /&gt;My breath is quiet but quick&lt;br /&gt;It’s a single thought of you&lt;br /&gt;The thought of your lips &lt;br /&gt;Against mine&lt;br /&gt;The thought of your breath&lt;br /&gt;In my ear&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my soul&lt;br /&gt;And your touch&lt;br /&gt;Upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;A single thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;From within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2780035278820069875?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2780035278820069875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2780035278820069875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2780035278820069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2780035278820069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/03/sea-myth.html' title='Sea Myth'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7276837391560563398</id><published>2009-03-09T01:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:35:13.085-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Light of Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>It broke me&lt;br /&gt;I mourned you&lt;br /&gt;I set you so high&lt;br /&gt;And then you were gone&lt;br /&gt;You loved me&lt;br /&gt;You taught me&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I lost you&lt;br /&gt;Your memory kept me going on&lt;br /&gt;And I live now&lt;br /&gt;Through the light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your essence&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me flying high&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted me&lt;br /&gt;You always had faith in me&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what kept me going strong&lt;br /&gt;The light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I grew weak&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my walk faltered&lt;br /&gt;But you stood right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Though life may get harder&lt;br /&gt;I’ll still go farther&lt;br /&gt;Your words keep my heart&lt;br /&gt;Beating inside &lt;br /&gt;And I live now&lt;br /&gt;Through the light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your essence&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me flying high&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted me&lt;br /&gt;You always had faith in me&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what keeps me going strong&lt;br /&gt;The light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And someday&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pass your love down&lt;br /&gt;And be there as you were for me&lt;br /&gt;And they will live on&lt;br /&gt;Through the light of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your essence&lt;br /&gt;Will keep hem flying high&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never have doubt&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never lose faith&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be what they need to be strong&lt;br /&gt;From the light in your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7276837391560563398?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7276837391560563398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7276837391560563398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7276837391560563398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7276837391560563398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/03/light-of-your-eyes.html' title='Light of Your Eyes'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2021171799850542743</id><published>2009-02-06T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:51:56.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>With the view of your smile&lt;br /&gt;And the dew on your skin&lt;br /&gt;I inhale the fragrance&lt;br /&gt;That is lifting from your body&lt;br /&gt;With the light from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You pull me close to your bosom&lt;br /&gt;And I listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Beating so softly&lt;br /&gt;What can this be&lt;br /&gt;but a call from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Who could you be&lt;br /&gt;but an angel created for me&lt;br /&gt;I run my fingers across your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Through your hair&lt;br /&gt;A tear falls&lt;br /&gt;With one a finger&lt;br /&gt;You lift my eyes to see yours&lt;br /&gt;Our mouths touch to an endless embrace&lt;br /&gt;Three words escape your lips&lt;br /&gt;They fill the room&lt;br /&gt;Surround me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Through the walls&lt;br /&gt;You found me&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2021171799850542743?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2021171799850542743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2021171799850542743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2021171799850542743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2021171799850542743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1321780620746369758</id><published>2009-01-15T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:40:22.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justify'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><title type='text'>death on the sideline</title><content type='html'>It was from a movie. As I watched it I knew that her life couldn’t be as bad, but that doesn’t mean that it was any better. I am engrossed with this feeling to pull her out of there and give her the things that my mother can’t. How am I going to do that for her when I can’t even do that for myself? She is one of the happiest little girls you will meet and I am starting to forget what that felt like. When all you wanted to do was have fun because those are the feelings that you like to feel best. I want to know what pure happiness is because I am not worried about the things that bring me down. And who am I to judge? I have no say-so because I have no idea what it is like raising a child on my own. The only thing I have to go on is being treated like that when I was her age. My heart tells me that it’s not right but where does that leave me when I can’t give her the things she needs? Where do I go from here? I can’t even be there for her as much as I want to because I know that in a weird sense in only that I understand, and my sister will too someday, that it will only further her from me. She is going to hate me later. People say she won’t but I know she will. She’ll hate me for making her live that life, knowing that I went through the same thing and did nothing. I know because there was a time when I thought I felt that way. Outsiders can only do so much and it took my will power to stand up and tell her no. God, I don’t want her to have to do that but I know it’s what has to be done. And it’s a death on the sideline for me because no one knows the amount of pain I go through to know exactly how she feels right now, and how she is going to feel. I can feel the answers flowing through my body, but I don’t know how to make things right. I love her and she knows that but where does that leave her? God, where does that leave me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1321780620746369758?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1321780620746369758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1321780620746369758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1321780620746369758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1321780620746369758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-on-sideline.html' title='death on the sideline'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8284164936726777562</id><published>2009-01-05T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:48:40.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Lying to Thyself</title><content type='html'>Why do people need love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Is it the high&lt;br /&gt;Is it feeling wanted&lt;br /&gt;Is it feeling needed&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want love?&lt;br /&gt;Love brings tears&lt;br /&gt;Love brings pain&lt;br /&gt;Love brings warmth&lt;br /&gt;Love brings soft touches&lt;br /&gt;Why do people seek love?&lt;br /&gt;Do I find joy in rejection&lt;br /&gt;Do you find pleasure in lonely mornings&lt;br /&gt;Do you find excitement&lt;br /&gt;In the long hunt&lt;br /&gt;Tell love to fuck off&lt;br /&gt;So I can enjoy my popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Tell love to back away&lt;br /&gt;So you can watch the films&lt;br /&gt;Of others falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Who in the hell wants to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;Bitching at someone&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up with someone&lt;br /&gt;Crying over someone&lt;br /&gt;Holding someone&lt;br /&gt;Kissing someone&lt;br /&gt;Moving your soul in unison&lt;br /&gt;With someone&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;Walking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In a sad story like love&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In sickening amounts of affection&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In the delusional state&lt;br /&gt;Of having love everlasting&lt;br /&gt;You do?&lt;br /&gt;Then, uh&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe&lt;br /&gt;In love at first sight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8284164936726777562?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8284164936726777562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8284164936726777562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8284164936726777562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8284164936726777562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/01/lying-to-thyself.html' title='Lying to Thyself'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6397861167187540641</id><published>2009-01-04T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:58:51.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town'/><title type='text'>Soggy Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching a sappy chick film and I cried . . . twice. I was about to watch another one when I remember that I have ice cream softening upstairs, so I pick to watch Hostel 2. I got to thinking as the movie was starting that I told myself I was going to stop looking for love, but I really haven't stopped. I keep asking myself over and over again "Why is it that I have this extreme need to be with someone?" I have yet to answer that question. I cry at the chick movies, I WATCH chick movies, I have my voicemail on a phone dating line, I check gay.com to see if maybe they have decided to give me a free month, I don't know what my problem is but I am needing a break. I feel exhausted and I don't know what the hell to do. Now I am sitting here eating soggy ice cream, watching a gore film, and I'm all alone. I need someone to tell me to stop being a woman and drink more &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just kidding. All right I am done bitching for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6397861167187540641?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6397861167187540641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6397861167187540641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6397861167187540641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6397861167187540641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/01/soggy-ice-cream.html' title='Soggy Ice Cream'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2360332192594374693</id><published>2009-01-04T02:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:33:53.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Year</title><content type='html'>I have started anew with this coming year and have moved across town with a couple new faces. What the move will bring in unknown to me but I am grateful that I did it. This past year I have let down a few, I have helped a few people, I have let down myself, but most important of all, I have grown a little more. It has been an interesting life I have journeyed through so far and I can't wait to see what is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank the people who have continued to be there for me, talk to me, laugh with me, cry with me, fight with me, and have forgave me for anything I have done to hurt them, for it was never my intentions. I am always grateful for the people I have in my life because they are all important to me and make me who I am. I have always said that I love me and it is because of everyone around me is a part of me. To love in life you have to love life and I love everything about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this upcoming year I hope to become more in contact with those few in which I have lost contact with. I hope to a better friend as they were once to me. I hope that everyone I know finds peace within themselves as well as around them. I hope that this new year brings more joy than pain, more laughter than tears, more love than hate, and more life than death. Lastly, I hope that Hope finds hope, for when Hope is without hope how the hell is anyone to hope for anything when Hope can't even find hope. There, I have said it so many times that it sounds weird. Thanks again everyone, I love you all . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2360332192594374693?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2360332192594374693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2360332192594374693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2360332192594374693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2360332192594374693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-another-year.html' title='Another Day, Another Year'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2259798198498108650</id><published>2009-01-02T18:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:15:08.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Promises</title><content type='html'>For so long&lt;br /&gt;It was me helping you&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;You were the child&lt;br /&gt;You brought pain&lt;br /&gt;You brought tears&lt;br /&gt;You brought many days&lt;br /&gt;Of empty promises&lt;br /&gt;I grew and grew&lt;br /&gt;I out-grew you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see&lt;br /&gt;A little you in me&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed&lt;br /&gt;You have aged&lt;br /&gt;But you're still the same&lt;br /&gt;There is someone new&lt;br /&gt;In our lives&lt;br /&gt;Another little one&lt;br /&gt;To start anew with&lt;br /&gt;But yet again&lt;br /&gt;You prove the same&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still left&lt;br /&gt;with pain&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;and empty promises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2259798198498108650?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2259798198498108650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2259798198498108650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2259798198498108650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2259798198498108650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2009/01/empty-promises.html' title='Empty Promises'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1589305140713467332</id><published>2008-12-31T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:02:03.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='close'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>You Hate For Me To Love You</title><content type='html'>'Do you have what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you work with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who can I be but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do you really see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You point out all of my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hold up one conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're drowning in a waterless pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one shouting, telling me I'm a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you have what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you work with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the one leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one pleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who can I be but me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1589305140713467332?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1589305140713467332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1589305140713467332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1589305140713467332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1589305140713467332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-hate-for-me-to-love-you.html' title='You Hate For Me To Love You'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5119432622705748210</id><published>2008-12-31T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:58:48.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homoerotic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>Acts of an Act</title><content type='html'>It was a warm summer night&lt;br /&gt;when our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;One stroke of my hair&lt;br /&gt;And our skin met&lt;br /&gt;A sigh released&lt;br /&gt;With your hand across my cheek&lt;br /&gt;And your lips across mine&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth was my cave to explore&lt;br /&gt;And your body was my treasure&lt;br /&gt;As or bodies moved in unison&lt;br /&gt;A warmth filled my body&lt;br /&gt;And soul&lt;br /&gt;With your sweetness still lingering&lt;br /&gt;small flashes light up the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I pull you close to me&lt;br /&gt;A tear falls from my brow&lt;br /&gt;I rise to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Our lips touch once again&lt;br /&gt;Be it the First&lt;br /&gt;But not the Last&lt;br /&gt;For your sweetness lingers still&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5119432622705748210?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5119432622705748210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5119432622705748210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5119432622705748210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5119432622705748210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/12/acts-of-act.html' title='Acts of an Act'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1738255710165913421</id><published>2008-12-31T01:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:45:35.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>with nothing spoken</title><content type='html'>It’s not the way he looks at me&lt;br /&gt;But the way he stares off into the distance&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the way he touches me&lt;br /&gt;But the way he pulls me by being near&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the way he kisses me&lt;br /&gt;But the way his taste lingers just by his scent&lt;br /&gt;Nor is it the way he says ‘I love you’&lt;br /&gt;But it’s his heavy breaths of ecstasy that send chills up my spine&lt;br /&gt;When it’s right&lt;br /&gt;You feel it&lt;br /&gt;With nothing spoken&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in everything he doesn’t do for you&lt;br /&gt;With something that strong&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to hold back the feelings&lt;br /&gt;When his endeavor is you&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;Less than actions&lt;br /&gt;Real love&lt;br /&gt;Is felt most when nothing is said at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1738255710165913421?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1738255710165913421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1738255710165913421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1738255710165913421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1738255710165913421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-nothing-spoken.html' title='with nothing spoken'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5371630638613745861</id><published>2008-11-30T01:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:41:53.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was asked one day&lt;br /&gt;what kind of man would I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to which I replied:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would like a man&lt;br /&gt;that isn't carved from stone&lt;br /&gt;but one that was sent to me&lt;br /&gt;from the highest of above&lt;br /&gt;I want a man who,&lt;br /&gt;when he walks into a room&lt;br /&gt;steals no one's breath but mine&lt;br /&gt;A man that at the very touch of his fingers&lt;br /&gt;fills the rushing blood of my veins with air&lt;br /&gt;which make my feels so light&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;A man that when he looks into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in a sea of clouds&lt;br /&gt;That when he kisses me&lt;br /&gt;The desire from my loins&lt;br /&gt;is pulled through my lips&lt;br /&gt;and the pleasure tastes as sweet as honey&lt;br /&gt;And when he says 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;the words hold more meaning&lt;br /&gt;than any man's wisdom&lt;br /&gt;A man I wasn't looking for&lt;br /&gt;but found anyway&lt;br /&gt;For it is in this man&lt;br /&gt;who not only holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;but ours together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5371630638613745861?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5371630638613745861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5371630638613745861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5371630638613745861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5371630638613745861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/11/man.html' title='The Man'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-4954597292880455155</id><published>2008-10-09T01:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:19:17.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>October 8, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;October 8, 2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn’t it funny how one movie can change your mood? On sad movies you cry then you feel depressed and wanna drink. On funny ones you feel happy, cheerful and wanna drink. On romance ones you feel lonely and you wanna drink……. &lt;u&gt;with&lt;/u&gt; someone. But then there are the ones that sort of enlighten you, and though a drink still sounds good there is a whole range of emotions that you go through. Latter Days does that for me. Ok, I don’t feel enlightened every time after watching it but I do go through a whole range of emotions. Seeing a movie like that makes me want change but at the same time wait for that one thing to come along. It makes me depressed because I want to love someone but at the same time it makes me want to be patient for someone to love me. Movies like that make me wonder that if I wait long enough fate will bring me someone who loves me, or does fate need me to change first in order for me to find that someone that I can love? I never find the answer instead I listen to a soothing song, imagine someone holding me and fall asleep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t sleep alone. I have never been able to. I sleep on a couch because when I sleep on a bed I feel wrong because there is no body there to comfort me. I long for that arm around me and hold me close to tell me that everything is going to be ok even though nothing is wrong. I ream of being loved by someone who can understand more than what I am saying but understand who I am. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always said that I am not attracted to the feminine gays because if I wanted to date a girl I would be straight. There is a little more to it than that. I want someone who can be a gentleman to me, someone who cares more than the fact that I am gay but more about the fact that I am a good person. I need someone who can see more than just first impressions but who I am on a day to day basis. I find that to be in a lot of “straight-acting” men, if that’s what you want to call it. But there in lies the problem, who is the “right guy”?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can tell you down to table manners who my dream guy is but truth is, I want companionship and not just fun with a sparkling pair of pearly whites. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What does it come down to? How do I find what I am looking for without the phone dating line and the internet? I live in Fort Lupton, Colorado. In saying that with the fact that I don’t have a car (even though I own one), I am not helping myself much here. I am not sure what I want at this point and right now, I am too tired climbing around in my brain to figure it out. What I am going to do is listen to a soothing song, imagine someone holding me and fall asleep. Mr. Sandman, here I come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-4954597292880455155?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/4954597292880455155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=4954597292880455155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/4954597292880455155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/4954597292880455155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-8-2008.html' title='October 8, 2008'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6062844001178554894</id><published>2008-10-03T01:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:50:29.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>Small Town Gay Life - Created July 10th, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t watch TV, I couldn’t even write. Why can’t I find love? Hell, I would even settle for a cuddle buddy. Living in this town is like having a restriction on a gay life. You have all the people who like you and support you but not one of these people actually would consider dating you. This is why I find myself falling for every unavailable guy I lay my eyes on. Living in the city you had all the resources there, a nearby club, a nearby sex shop, and with the internet, a nearby one night stand. But there was always someone willing to travel a few miles to see you even if all you wanted was some snuggling and a movie. You were right there, you were convenient. The weekend at the lake was even more torture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the past month a group of friends have been asking to try and get some time off to spend the weekend at the lake. Working with a “flexible schedule” can translate into unpredictable. Just because one request the weekend off does not mean one gets it. However, through some divine miracle, I got what I asked for. As the new schedule was posted I looked with glee to see those wonderful two days with no hours posted in them. I didn’t know what to do. And as they approached I received news that my roommates would be gone Friday night with the house to myself. So the first chance I got I picked up my cell to call an over the phone “dating” line. I was a little nervous at first but after talking to a few people I was pretty sure that I had the gotten the hang of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday night came and with my practice night over with I decided to use the rest of my free minutes and find a one night stand. I was on search for the very thing I swore off when I lived in the city, but I was desperate to find someone to spend the night, even if it meant I had to have sex with him. I logged on and listened to the men looking for sex, drugs, and fetish fantasies. Not many guys on there were actually looking to chat a little before. For many it was stats, where, and when, not much room for small chat. After leaving my own introduction I quickly got a response from a guy who seemed around my age and in a semi nearby neighboring town. Meaning within a half and hour. We exchanged messages for a little then I threw the shyness out the window and gave him my number to call me so we can set something up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now came the part where I hang up the line and wait for him to call.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And wait.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And wait.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And wait.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I guess there is always porn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6062844001178554894?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6062844001178554894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6062844001178554894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6062844001178554894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6062844001178554894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-town-gay-life-created-july-10th.html' title='Small Town Gay Life - Created July 10th, 2008'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7980777681137250708</id><published>2008-10-03T01:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:48:56.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>To Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another lonely day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another sleepless night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both my enemy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And my only friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is the darkness in my sight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Awaiting numbing dreams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cry myself to sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna know when my time will come&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where is my love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A love to keep me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One more saddened song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some other written words&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I run through my emotions&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I play with my own heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s my shoulder I lean to first&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Awaiting warm rays of the sun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dry my tears away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will it be today that brings the one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Please bring my love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A love to hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve fallen in and out of love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With ones who’ll never know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hold on to the hope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I’ll find joy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll find happiness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when that day comes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll give my heart way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To that someone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll find a love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A love to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another lonely day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another sleepless night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7980777681137250708?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7980777681137250708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7980777681137250708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7980777681137250708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7980777681137250708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-love-me.html' title='To Love Me'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-4703569023477668950</id><published>2008-07-07T23:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:33:06.654-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telekenetic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telekenesis'/><title type='text'>Telekentic - Original Post Date November 5, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I was up late and an idea came to me. Instead of writing it in one of my notebooks I thought I would write it here. The thought of having supernatural abilities has always interest me so here was an idea from my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She looked at me and smiled. I can't remember the last time I had seen her smile. She held her hand to my chin and looked me straight in the eye. As she ran her fingers through my hair she let me know that we would get through this. She told me she wasn't afraid of what I could do, she said she just had to get used to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When she sat back, I brought myself a tissue box from the bathroom without moving from the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Like that. That was still a little creepy." She said with a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We both laughed and talked. I told her of how it wasn't just little things I could move and about my trip to the mountains. There I learned I could move boulders in massive amounts, shift object without even opening my eyes, even have trees bow down to me without breaking any part of it. I even told her that I was able to use my powers to fly, she didn't say much but it caught her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Are you serious? You could just fly out that window?" She asked with one eyebrow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I nodded and something told me that I struck an interest in her. I walked over to the balcony and without a word she followed me. When I took her hand she looked a little afraid but she exhaled deeply as to try and shake off any fear. With that I closed my eyes and we both took of into the night sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When she felt she was safe in the air, she opened her eyes and I told her to look over the city. At first she clung to my arm, scared she might fall. I told her she could let go for it wasn't my arm I was holding her with, it was my mind. I didn't think she would but slowly I felt her grip get weaker until she was no longer holding me. We flew all around the city, watching the pulse of the night life. We flew over the houses of people we knew, where we worked, even a few parks we went to as kids. After what seemed like hours I brought her back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;She couldn't put her thoughts into words but we spent the rest of the night talking about how I discovered my powers and everything I could do. With everything I told her, I never got the nerve to tell her what happened in the desert. I couldn't tell her what I was capable of if my anger ever took over my abilities. It was something that still scared me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-4703569023477668950?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/4703569023477668950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=4703569023477668950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/4703569023477668950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/4703569023477668950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/telekentic-original-post-date-november.html' title='Telekentic - Original Post Date November 5, 2007'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-5128375938590933627</id><published>2008-07-07T23:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:40:58.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Yesterday Is Gone - Original Post Date October 21, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm sitting here thinking of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remembering the times that we lived through&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You were my rock, You were my strength&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You were my favorite fight and my best friend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You had countless stories of the times of your youth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And with nothing but time on my hands&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My attention went to you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You forgave me when we fought&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You saw me for who I really was&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the amount of love you showed me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Could never be measured with words&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't explain the pain that filled my heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I got the call the you had really gone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thoughts filled my head of what I could have done&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But there was nothing for it was time to go home&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If there was anything I could do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To show my appreciation and love for you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It would be to show you who I am today&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't look back on yesterday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't live for tomorrow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I live with knowing I am happy of being me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You bring my happiness to this very day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I know that through this journey of life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You will be my light I hold close to my heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For you help me to realize&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To love in life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You have to love life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you for loving me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I'll see you when you call me back home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-5128375938590933627?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/5128375938590933627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=5128375938590933627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5128375938590933627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/5128375938590933627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-is-gone-original-post-date.html' title='Yesterday Is Gone - Original Post Date October 21, 2007'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-6912863789882755823</id><published>2008-07-07T23:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:06:47.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interjection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free WIll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Auto-karma-tic, Interjection, Or Free Will - Original Post Date May 6, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so I am here to try to put things in perspective for myself. I was visiting my cousin Michelle in the hospital when I was trying to put together some events that have taken place. She was in an accident that has literally changed everyone's life. She was that important to people, that important to me. However, looking back I cannot get something out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Karma, the golden rule is what goes around, comes around, but I can't think of anything that she could have done to deserve this. And while we were all affected by it, this accident didn't happen to us, it happened to her. Now, some say that God is giving us a bump in the road. Let me say this again, I have faith in God, I always have, and no matter what you think of what I say next is going to affect that. Now, that said, let me continue. The God that I have learned about ever since I was a child is this ever loving God who wants nothing but to love his creation, his children. Something else I learned is that though God may have the power to do some wonderous things, let us not forget that he also gave this world free will. Do I think that he doesn't answer prayers? Of course not. Do I think that he doesn't help us? I'm not saying that. What I am saying is that he wouldn't do anything to hurt us, I don't think that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an accident happens, it's just that, an accident. I have doubts to think that God would do hurt his own child for us to wake up and realizing what a loving God he is. However, if you are still shaking your head, let me go about it this way. In some part of the beginning, God gave mankind free will (not free willy). In that fact he gave us the chance to make mistakes, have accidents, and learn lessons on our own. Following that line of thinking I can see how people can say that this was an act of God, but he didn't purposefully put my cousin in front of a speeding vehicle. So the question that lies here is was it karma, God, or just free will coming into play? I know my answer and I am sticking with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to repeat myself, I haven't lost my faith in God. I just see things differently and I had to get that off my chest. I'm still praying for Michelle to have a fast recovery and she is doing so good. Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-6912863789882755823?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/6912863789882755823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=6912863789882755823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6912863789882755823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/6912863789882755823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/auto-karma-tic-interjection-or-free.html' title='Auto-karma-tic, Interjection, Or Free Will - Original Post Date May 6, 2007'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-8739679614951269155</id><published>2008-07-07T23:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:03:32.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Choice, Ba-by - Original Post Date October 21, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I never thought that the subject of sex could be the cause of so much controversy. I shouldn't be surprised for it does show up in history that it was NOT the most talked about subject since the dawn of man......... or was it. The subject has come up with some of my family members of why they think that I am who I am. Was it that my father wasn't really in the picture? Was is it that my mom never censored me as a child? Was it genetics? I can't answer these questions because I am not sure. What I can answer is the question I have gotten before. When did you choose this?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The answer, not the explanation, is this. I never had a choice. This wasn't a fad I saw and decide it was the better way to go. The only choices I had in this was to be who I was and let myself know that is was okay to be me. Now, let me explain. Growing up I never saw two men getting it on, I never saw two women making out, I never say a man dress up like a woman as a lifestyle. Before I saw any of this there was a guy. A friend of a cousin of mine. Everytime he came around I wanted to be around him. He was my first crush. My thoughts then were not "My god what is wrong with me" or "Are people going to hate me if I say anything." No, my first thought was "Me Like." The only lesbian couple that I can remember being around never showed that kind of emotion around me, for a long time I thought there were sisters. So my question then is how could I choose something that I didn't even know existed? How can I choose a lifestyle that was never introduced to me? I never saw same sex couples so why would I think it was ok?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few people I have talked to like to bring God into the conversation. Something I can't get into me head is how a God and his Son are supposed to be so forgiving, so loving, would put me to death for something I, once again, didn't know I had a choice in. I have to say that if I had a choice, I wouldn't have chosen this lifestyle. I refuse to think that God and Jesus could forgive rapists (a violation that to me can never be forgiven), forgive murderers, but can't forgive me for loving someone who happens to be the same sex.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, there are those people who will tell others that it is no one's business what they do in the privacy of their own bedroom but to that statement I have this to say. If that is all you think that being gay or bi is, then why bother letting people know you are? Being gay, bi, or even straight is more than just sex. Being who you are is more than loving someone in the bedroom. It is about loving that person no matter where you are. It is about showing how you feel for someone no matter who is looking. Most of all it is about being happy of who you are because you love someone, and that person loves you back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think people need to be more worried about  human lives rather than human lifestyles. This isn't some disease that is spreading, killing innocent people. There are children out there being abused to their very last breath, there are elderly who can't remember the people they have loved their whole lives, there families who have lost their father/mother/grandfather/grandmother/son/daughter because someone had a grudge on our goverment and took it out on innocent lives. There aren't a lot of people who are concerned about them, instead they want to focus on why people in our community wanting to get married, making accusations that affecting the sanctity of marraige. Isn't the point of marraige love? In the words of Whoopi "If you are that concerned with gay people getting married, don't marry one." Besides, I think those people should choose to get to know us before they judge........................................................&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're supposed to be more fun anyway, j/k.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-8739679614951269155?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/8739679614951269155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=8739679614951269155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8739679614951269155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/8739679614951269155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-talk-about-choice-ba-by-original.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Choice, Ba-by - Original Post Date October 21, 2007'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1479705314775940276</id><published>2008-07-07T23:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:13:42.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Distraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attraction'/><title type='text'>Distraction, Attraction,..............Procrastination? - Original Date August 1, 2006</title><content type='html'>I pondered many a-thing today. I woke up this morning,........................this afternoon, trying to think of what I was going to do today. I needed to find a job and though I had already put in a few applications, I felt that maybe I needed to go drive around town and pop in to see if anyone was hiring. It seemed like every time I got the thought in me to do something, I saw something on T.V. that I wanted to see or my aunt was calling me to help her with something or my stomach was getting the best of me. It took me three hours to hall my ass into the shower.  &lt;p&gt;      When I was done showering, I did that thing where we look into the mirror to find the things not even we, ourselves would not be attracted to. My best friend was telling me that when her friends would meet me that they thought I was cute, sometimes hot. SOMETIMES! &lt;----- That was for me so my head doesn't get too big, just kidding. Anyway, After spending sometime getting my hair ready, making sure I smelled good (breath is important), and picking out the right outfit, I completely forgot that I was even going to drive around town. Instead, I headed to my best friends' house. Which, by the way, is never a bad idea because I love her so much, but come on! I needed a job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      After reviewing my activities today, I wondered if subconsciously I took my time on purpose. Looking back on it now, I didn't really look foward to driving around in the heat in an outfit that suffocated me. Then again, if I took another look, it is Fort Lupton, to drive around takes seven minutes. Was it the heat that was getting to me, or was it that I was procrastinating about getting another job?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1479705314775940276?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1479705314775940276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1479705314775940276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1479705314775940276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1479705314775940276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/distraction-attractionprocrastination.html' title='Distraction, Attraction,..............Procrastination? - Original Date August 1, 2006'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-1490642427119545656</id><published>2008-07-07T23:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:04:07.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homosexual'/><title type='text'>The Man "O" - Original Post Date September 26, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Move-In Day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      Before anything was moved in Jesse had to take one look at the house that he was going to live in for the rest of his life with the man he loved. Ok, so he was moving into the first house with the man he loved, because you can't deny the oncoming train of change. He took a few minutes to look around and view the house empty, letting the image soak in and the realization that this house was his. There was a small tingle in the back of his throat but was swallowed when there was a "honey" call from the front yard. When he reached for the door knob, there was a small fear of what was going to happen next, he was afraid to open the door to this new chapter in his life. He smiled, then........open.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      He was suprised to see the movers were there with overly huge smiles on there faces. They almost looked more excited to move them in than he did. He gave the big thumbs up and they began to move with such quickness it almost made him dizzy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Look Babe, I know that you feel a little nervous, but I have to tell you that I cannot wait to start making some gooood memories in this house with you. I mean, it's so exciting! Our first house!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That did make Jesse feel a little better that Danny didn't see them at this house for the next fifty years. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Danny. Okay, now that they have started, I am putting my trust in you to remember what we discussed about furniture. I gotta go to work before I am late for breakfast with Rae. I love you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kiss, "I love you too. I'll see you in a few hours."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      He always gotta kick out of how Danny remembered their shopping after eating. As he got into the car, Jesse started thinking about his dream last night. The things he saw seemed like something out of Mortal Kombat game. He tried to be his own therapist to see if there was anything he could link anything in the dream to the fear of moving in with Danny and though there might have been a few things the dream just seemed pointless. He always tried to write them down as soon as he woke up but there was something that kept him from doing that today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      Jess's stomach was growling loudly this morning. Now, he did have days he just woke up hungry and today was no exception. It wasn't that he was late on breakfast but he had woke up early to get some last minute items from his apartment. Leaving that place wasn't so hard. He and his landlord were not too fond of each other. The location was great, the price was very reasonable, and the landlord had said that he was one of the best tenants he has had for years. It was everything else that seemed to get in the way. Their political views, their views on certain adjustments with the building, and less he forget, the fact that Jess was a same sex kind of guy. Anyway, that was all over and he now had something to look forward to in his new place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      He was thinking about the movers and if they were being careful with his glass boxes when his phone rang. It was so loud it nearly made him swerve into the next lane. It was his mother. He was hesitant to answer but picked up before it went to voicemail. Like always, she began with simple conversation but went on about the new gossip of everyone else's life, the fights she got into with her husband, and the problems she had with his sister Nina who was in the rebellious stage in her teen life. Jess learned to pay attention to what she said and drown her voice out at the same time. He had grown tired the pointless phone calls about how bad she had it. It wasn't that he didn't care, but at the same time, it wasn't like he could do much about it. He couldn't take care of someone who doesn't want to take care of themselves anymore. He had put up with a lot of bullshit with her in the past and he was fed up with it now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      He let her go as he pulled up to the restaurant and there was that mouth-watering smell of the Santiago's breakfast cooking up. Rae pulled up at the same time he did and he noticed that she was dressed a little down than she usually does for their weekly breakfast. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Damn, if I would have known this was a pajama breakfast, I would have worn my scoobie doo boxers. What's wrong? You look a little like hell."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Gee, thanks. Christopher happened. He woke me up at four this morning to let me know he puked in his bed after he ate something that looked like a bunch of tic tac's. I was freaking out, thinking it was some rat poison I had set out and took him to the emergency room. I started calling John all crazy because he wouldn't answer his phone. After like fifteen minutes he finally picked up. After I spit out what happened he hung up and sped to the hospital." She rubbed her head like the memory hurt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"After like an hour and half of waiting, they came out and told me he was fine. What he though were tic-tac's were in fact tic-tacs, he is allergic to them. I took him home and tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't" She seemed like the words were agony to come out."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      After getting out the morning events, they sat down and ordered. Everytime they looked at the meny they want to get something different, but everytime they just spit out their usual order, it's like clockwork. Jess wanted to let Rae know about his dream but for awhile kept it to himself. After a half hour of adjusting in his seat, he finally got the nerve to spill his beans about it. He started to describe it and as he did Rae noticed that he was shaking a little bit, like he was scared to talk about it. It wasn't like it was a nightmare, in fact, he doesn't remember even feeling scared in the dream, or when he woke up. Yet, it seemed chilling for him to talk about it out loud. Like it was almost too much for him to handle. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      After they finished breakfast, Rae thought it best she go home and try to get some sleep. They said their goodbye's for the week and went to the duties for the day. The rest of the week seemed to drag a little bit after that and Jess wasn't up for working on the house. Danny helped that Sunday with thngs but went to work that Monday. Jess stayed home to work on unpacking and re-arranging some of the furniture until it felt just right. Finally, after two weeks it began to feel like home.Danny worked till six most days after that they spent most of the nights making fun memories for their new home. Another Friday night rolled around, and with everything done for now, both of them just wanted to sleep. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Focus O. Remember, if you can put fear into your enemy's eyes, they are yours for the killing after."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      That was all he remembered from his dream that night. He woke up sweaty and tired. He never thought that a dream would take that much out of him but it did. He looked at the clock to see if he overslept but he hadn't, actually he still had an hour to sneak if he wanted. The phone rang, it was Rae. She called to ask him to meet her a little earlier, she had something she wanted to tell him. He hung up the phone and hopped into the shower to geat ready to meet her. After he got out he expected to see Danny up but he was still asleep, which was odd because he usually woke up long before Jess would. When he tried to wake him, he just grunted and turned his head. Jess figured he might be tired from moving so he finished getting ready and headed out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      As he drove up to Santi's, he inhaled the incredible smell coming the restaurant. He was almost to the door when he heard Rae call for him across the street. She parked in lot across from the restaurant because the front parking was all full. He started walking toward her to meet her waving hand when he noticed a man standing beside her waving also. Jesse wasn't sure what was going on but started crossing the street anyway. Who knew two steps off a curb would change your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;      What happened next was sort of hard to intake when Jesse ran through it in his head. Rae's expression went from extreme eagerness to total fear. He wasn't sure what made him turn around but when he did, was staring at the gun that was pointing right for his head. Even though he froze up from shock he could still hear the cars coming toward him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;       It just seemed like he blinked and the man who was about to shoot him was now lying on the ground behind the cars that nearly killed him. Jesse rushed to see if the man was ok but The he wasn't even breathing. Th man that seemed like he wanted to take Jesse's like was now dead himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-1490642427119545656?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/1490642427119545656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=1490642427119545656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1490642427119545656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/1490642427119545656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-o-original-post-date-september-26.html' title='The Man &quot;O&quot; - Original Post Date September 26, 2006'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-7404724119697489922</id><published>2008-07-07T22:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:49:52.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Making'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>With the view of your smile&lt;br /&gt;And the dew on your skin&lt;br /&gt;I inhale the fragrance&lt;br /&gt;That is lifting from your body&lt;br /&gt;With the light from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You pull me close to your bosom&lt;br /&gt;And I listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Beating so softly&lt;br /&gt;What can this be&lt;br /&gt;but a call from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Who could you be&lt;br /&gt;but an angel created for me&lt;br /&gt;I run my fingers across your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Through your hair&lt;br /&gt;A tear falls&lt;br /&gt;With one a finger&lt;br /&gt;You lift my eyes to see yours&lt;br /&gt;Our mouths touch to an endless embrace&lt;br /&gt;Three words escape your lips&lt;br /&gt;They fill the room&lt;br /&gt;Surround me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Through the walls&lt;br /&gt;You found me&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-7404724119697489922?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/7404724119697489922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=7404724119697489922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7404724119697489922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/7404724119697489922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Mikel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00993621713157928952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ce38wE_xdBI/TSFvVkUUBXI/AAAAAAAAACM/cWuMapLIHDQ/S220/me%2Bb%2526w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008891738506510415.post-2100679616469764741</id><published>2008-07-07T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:45:00.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind of Love</title><content type='html'>Though I am not alone&lt;br /&gt;I am in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Though I have many people around me&lt;br /&gt;It is still only me&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that love me&lt;br /&gt;I have family that love me&lt;br /&gt;So why is there no one to love&lt;br /&gt;Most say I’m too young&lt;br /&gt;I still want someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Some say I should wait&lt;br /&gt;I still want someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand proud to most&lt;br /&gt;I’ve stood proud to all&lt;br /&gt;With the smoothness of my hips&lt;br /&gt;A smile upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I still want someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;Manly men&lt;br /&gt;Gentle men&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;Shy men&lt;br /&gt;Fun men&lt;br /&gt;Men to love&lt;br /&gt;With all these men&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am the only one&lt;br /&gt;I find myself no longer looking&lt;br /&gt;Still yearning&lt;br /&gt;But no longer searching&lt;br /&gt;I feel there is hope&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot find it&lt;br /&gt;And I still want someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;I love myself and there is love to share&lt;br /&gt;I love what I do and I try to do for others&lt;br /&gt;I love to laugh and try to bring laughter&lt;br /&gt;I love life and have life to love&lt;br /&gt;But there is something about that love&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love that sinks in your heart&lt;br /&gt;The kind of love that buries itself in your soul&lt;br /&gt;The love that brings&lt;br /&gt;Warmth&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing cups of happiness&lt;br /&gt;With no one to love&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends&lt;br /&gt;I love my family&lt;br /&gt;Most say I’m too young&lt;br /&gt;But I still want someone to love&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3008891738506510415-2100679616469764741?l=mindofmikel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindofmikel.blogspot.com/feeds/2100679616469764741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3008891738506510415&amp;postID=2100679616469764741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3008891738506510415/posts/default/2100679616469764741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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